I forgot about these. This was the hayride, and right after the photo was taken, the horse nudged Hayden with his nose, hard. It was a bit traumatic but we managed to get over it and Hayden still loves horses, so all is well.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
What is it with the posting once a month thing now? So much is going on and I feel like I just can't keep up to document it. Big things:
Hayden is kissing everything and everyone now. Weebles, me, stuffed animals, daddy. Everyone. The cute thing is she makes this exaggerated fishy face and then a loud smacking sound. It's all quite cute.
The bad news: She's back to the not eating thing. All she'll eat is hummus, American cheese and whole apples (not cut, not sliced...whole). Yeah, but with the apples, she carves off a section with her teeth and then takes the peel out of her mouth and hands it to me for safe keeping/disposal. She won't take another bite until the offending peel is out of her sight. Won't put it on the tray, or anywhere else, just my hand. We were out shopping last weekend and I used an apple to gain another 20 minutes in a store. It worked, except that I ended up with a slimy hand full of apple bits so I couldn't really shop. But, I was able to roam the store for a while (note to self: Bring little baggies for apple bits).
I'm thinking of calling the chewing specialist again just to check things out. I don't think this has anything to do with motor skills though. I think she's just stubborn. Strike that. I KNOW she's stubborn, but I think the battle of baby wills is finding its way into the kitchen. Ugh. Now I understand why parents do so many odd things (cutting crusts off bread, feeding kids mac and cheese every night). In the end, it really is easier than the full on brawl we end up with at the dinner table. It starts with a shake of the head, and "no". If I persist, it moves to flailing of the arms to knock the spoon out of my hand and/or the bowl on the floor. This is accompanied by a constant stream of rasberries to ensure that any food that even grazes her mouth doesn't find its way in by mistake. This can go on for about as long as I'm willing to let it go on until I break down and either end dinner or feed her what she wants (which she'll eat cheerfully). Just the mention of hummus brings a smile to her face, and the sight of anything unfamiliar or unacceptable (and by that I mean pretty much anything that isn't hummus) brings a full on red faced tantrum. Ugh. Just ugh. And even though she knows the sign for "all done" and she can say "da du" (all done) she won't do it most of the time because she's not done eating, she's just done with what I'm offering. She'll eat the foods she likes forever. Thank God it's not french fries and coke or something, but I'd still like to see her eat more than a three food diet.
The sleeping is going well, thank God! Not spectacular, but okay. Hayden goes down at about 7. Then flips out till one of us goes in and strokes her face, then she's fine and out till between 6 and 7 am. Not too bad. Sometimes on weekends she'll even let us give her a bottle at 6 and then she'll go back to sleep till around 8am. Heaven. Pure heaven. Of course, I don't have to deal with the mornings much because Brian is more of a morning person, and unlike me, he can't go back to sleep once she wakes him. I can fall back asleep mid sentences...and have. And, two, she doesn't call for me. I'm still "Heidi" and since Heidi lives about a mile away and deserves her rest, the task tends to fall on Brian. When she starts saying "Mommy" though, payback will be a bitch.
Hayden is kissing everything and everyone now. Weebles, me, stuffed animals, daddy. Everyone. The cute thing is she makes this exaggerated fishy face and then a loud smacking sound. It's all quite cute.
The bad news: She's back to the not eating thing. All she'll eat is hummus, American cheese and whole apples (not cut, not sliced...whole). Yeah, but with the apples, she carves off a section with her teeth and then takes the peel out of her mouth and hands it to me for safe keeping/disposal. She won't take another bite until the offending peel is out of her sight. Won't put it on the tray, or anywhere else, just my hand. We were out shopping last weekend and I used an apple to gain another 20 minutes in a store. It worked, except that I ended up with a slimy hand full of apple bits so I couldn't really shop. But, I was able to roam the store for a while (note to self: Bring little baggies for apple bits).
I'm thinking of calling the chewing specialist again just to check things out. I don't think this has anything to do with motor skills though. I think she's just stubborn. Strike that. I KNOW she's stubborn, but I think the battle of baby wills is finding its way into the kitchen. Ugh. Now I understand why parents do so many odd things (cutting crusts off bread, feeding kids mac and cheese every night). In the end, it really is easier than the full on brawl we end up with at the dinner table. It starts with a shake of the head, and "no". If I persist, it moves to flailing of the arms to knock the spoon out of my hand and/or the bowl on the floor. This is accompanied by a constant stream of rasberries to ensure that any food that even grazes her mouth doesn't find its way in by mistake. This can go on for about as long as I'm willing to let it go on until I break down and either end dinner or feed her what she wants (which she'll eat cheerfully). Just the mention of hummus brings a smile to her face, and the sight of anything unfamiliar or unacceptable (and by that I mean pretty much anything that isn't hummus) brings a full on red faced tantrum. Ugh. Just ugh. And even though she knows the sign for "all done" and she can say "da du" (all done) she won't do it most of the time because she's not done eating, she's just done with what I'm offering. She'll eat the foods she likes forever. Thank God it's not french fries and coke or something, but I'd still like to see her eat more than a three food diet.
The sleeping is going well, thank God! Not spectacular, but okay. Hayden goes down at about 7. Then flips out till one of us goes in and strokes her face, then she's fine and out till between 6 and 7 am. Not too bad. Sometimes on weekends she'll even let us give her a bottle at 6 and then she'll go back to sleep till around 8am. Heaven. Pure heaven. Of course, I don't have to deal with the mornings much because Brian is more of a morning person, and unlike me, he can't go back to sleep once she wakes him. I can fall back asleep mid sentences...and have. And, two, she doesn't call for me. I'm still "Heidi" and since Heidi lives about a mile away and deserves her rest, the task tends to fall on Brian. When she starts saying "Mommy" though, payback will be a bitch.
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